Marisa and Morel sat tensely in the security room, their eyes staring intently at the CCTV footage's screen. Their focus was on only one thing: finding clues as to who had placed the mysterious box on Morel's desk. Several minutes passed, but nothing seemed out of place. The footage showed that no one had entered Morel's workspace, as if the box had appeared out of nowhere.Morel began to feel frustrated. "This guy must be perfect," he muttered, more to himself. "He must be a professional. There's no way he could have done this without being detected."Feeling angry, Morel turned his chair around and looked at the two guards standing stiffly behind them. He had an annoyed look on his face. "Can't you guys work properly? How could you not know that someone could come into the study and place a box on my desk without being caught?" his voice grew louder with each word, showing his growing frustration.The guards exchanged glances, looking nervous and not knowing what to answer. They kne
In his quiet yet tense office, Morel sat behind a large desk filled with documents and tools. His sharp gaze was fixed on Doris, who stood respectfully before him. The dim lighting adds to the severe and profound feel that pervades their conversation, creating a tense atmosphere. With every effort to calm his employer's nerves, Doris tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a confident demeanor. "Master, there's no need to think too far about this. I will find out who the person is who dared to disturb the master like this and disturb the tranquility that has been established. I promise to find the culprit and make sure they receive the consequences," Doris said in a confident tone, trying to give Morel a sense of calm and confidence.However, Morel's piercing gaze did not budge in the slightest. His face was filled with a tension that had clearly not been released. His exhalations showed how heavy a burden he felt. After moments of tense silence, where only the clock ticking could be
All of Morel's childhood memories came flooding back into his mind, making him dizzy and tormented. He remembered Merian Spencer, his father, a rigorous man who never gave him any love. Merian always demanded Morel to be perfect, strong, and tough just so he could fulfill the expectations of being the next head of the Spencer family. However, the demands did not stop at words. His father often used violence to 'educate' Morel without caring about the scars, both physical and emotional, he left behind.Whenever Morel failed to live up to his father's standards, physical and mental torture came without mercy. He remembered how small he used to be, always living in the shadow of fear of Merian's anger. The beatings, shouts, and disappointed looks from his father were part of his daily life as if love and acceptance were things he didn't deserve.Morel remembers the dark days in this villa when he was a child and often faced the wrath of his father, Merian Spencer. One day, he had just re
Morel stood there, surrounded by the silence of the night that felt increasingly tense in the villa. It was already midnight, but the shadows of his past continued to haunt him mercilessly. He took a deep breath, hoping the cool night air would calm his chaotic mind. However, the memories were too strong, suffocating his chest. Unable to bear being in a place filled with the scars of his childhood, Morel decided to leave, returning to his home.When I arrived home, the atmosphere was calmer but not entirely soothing. The lights were still on, and when he opened the door, he saw Doris, who had not yet gone to bed, sitting in the living room with a surprised look at Morel's sudden return."Master Morel?" He greeted softly, his voice filled with worry. "Is everything alright?"Morel looked much different than usual. His usually calm and relaxed face now looked tired and rumpled. His typically neat hair was messy as if he had often messed it up in frustration. His piercing brown eyes now
"Master Morel, I've brought the financial report that needs your signature..." Doris' voice sounded low but expectant as he stood at the door of Morel's room. He waited anxiously, hoping that Morel would respond. However, only silence answered him.After a moment, Doris continued, trembling slightly, "Master, please... I'm apprehensive. You haven't been out for a week. You need rest and care." But still, there was no answer. Reluctantly, Doris left the documents in front of Morel's bedroom door, as he had done many times before. This week, he took over all of Morel's work, from the simplest to the most urgent. However, his burden was getting heavier and heavier, not just because of the job but because his concern for Morel was becoming unstoppable.Every day, he tried everything possible to get Morel to open up. In fact, several times, he brought a doctor to examine his master's condition, but the results were always the same. Morel always refused angrily, chasing them out of his roo
Marisa bit her lip anxiously before speaking again. A trembling voice could be heard as she asked, "Mr. Doris... What exactly happened to Morel? Why is he like this? What made him change so drastically?"Doris was silent momentarily, feeling a little hesitant to speak, but finally let out a soft sigh. "Actually, Miss Marisa, Master Morel... underwent a great change after he returned from Amiste village.""Amiste village?" Marisa repeated, confused. "What happened there?""After the visit to the village, Morel looked very different. He started shutting him self up in his room, refusing to see anyone and refusing all the work he usually handled. We were all worried... including me. He's never been like this before." Doris spoke cautiously, not wanting to add to Marisa's worries, yet he knew this truth could not be hidden.Marisa was silent, trying to digest the information. "Did... something happen there?" she asked quietly, curious and anxious."We don't know for sure either," Doris co
Marisa was silent momentarily, her heart breaking to see Morel in this state. But she didn't want to give up. "All right, Morel," she said softly, trying to contain her emotions. "I will go out... but I will come to this house often. I'll wait until you're willing to talk to me until you're ready to tell me what happened."Without waiting for an answer, Marisa got up slowly, stepping towards the door. However, she wouldn't really leave Morel alone. She knew that behind the coldness and distance Morel created, there was something weighty that the man had to deal with.Marisa sat in her office with both hands supporting her face, her eyes blankly staring at the documents scattered across the desk. But it was all meaningless. Her mind kept returning to Morel, trapped in an increasingly suffocating worry. The image of the man sitting alone in a dark room, his face a mess, as if alienated from the world, haunted every corner of his mind."What happened to you, Morel?" he whispered softly,
After Morel finished eating the porridge Marisa had prepared, the atmosphere between them turned quiet. The silence was so tense that Marisa could feel a chill run through the room. Sitting in front of him, Morel looked like a shadow of his former self. The man, usually full of control and determination, now looked fragile, as if he had no desire to continue living. Marisa felt very uncomfortable. In front of her now was not the stern and authoritative Morel she was used to, but someone slumped over and looked like a living corpse. After drowning in confusion, Marisa decided to ask, though her heart was full of doubts."What exactly happened to you, Morel?" she asked in a soft, almost whispered voice, full of concern and worry.At first, Morel remained silent as if not hearing her question or perhaps choosing to ignore it. Marisa didn't press further. She just sat quietly beside him, waiting patiently. As the minutes passed in eerie silence, time seemed to slow down, with each passin